It’s not all a bed of roses being a new parent. It’s damned hard some of the time and there are pitfalls around every corner. After a day in the house, the three grown ups all had a bit of cabin fever, so we decided to head out into the big wide world with the pram and get a breath. The weather was pretty dreich and unsettled, heavy showers a lot of the time, overcast and generally not a day that was terribly promising.
After our lesson of the first pram outing, when we had to stop half way and wrestle with the mysteries of an unlabeled, transparent and utterly perplexing rain cover, we fitted it before we headed out! Yeah! We’re getting better at all of this! Huh? Being as it wasn’t at all nice out, we put one of Marcail’s lovely new jackets on,
popped her in the pram and tucked her in with a nice fleece blanket.
Then it was off to the park to see how the weather would hold up. As it happened, it did, it held up fine. Mia had a great run in the park! She’s a dog, she loves to run, but this time she outdid herself with lap after lap at full tilt round the two of us. I didn’t have my camera along, so you’ll have to make do with an archive sequence of a similar event from the past. Sadly it’s not all fun and games, and there were serious yards of sidewalk (as my wife calls it) to tramp before we were done.
It stayed nice, which was nice, just a little shower and a little cry part way round but nothing to dampen the ardour. Apart from the one incident, Little Miss was a model citizen.
So when we got home I made a beeline to put the oven on to reheat our, now rather overdue, dinner. It was whilst in the kitchen that I heard the cry, nay shriek, from the hall. The details are a blur, but it was along the lines of “Mark, quick, she’s gone limp! I think she’s far too hot, help me get some of these clothes off” Not what you want to hear on day nine of being a new parent.
It was a very nerve wracking minute or so, but it seemed like far far longer when we were in the moment. 
Our little bundle of love and joy, cooked alive in her modern fabrics and her transparent-plastic encased pram.
Thank goodness we got home when we did, that we didn’t leave her to keep sleeping in her pram and a thousand and one other things. With retrospect it was a bit warm for the clobber we had her in. With retrospect the pram cover does have a certain degree of solar gain. With retrospect, we’ll be far, far more careful in the future.
All seems well though, she’s the same bundle of joy and poo she was before. As you can see, she’s still hard at work studying for her masters in being cute.